Movie Night (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

1: The Wager

Chloe’s velvety voice held its usual note of playful mischief as she announced her entrance into the living room, “Hey teeny, are you in here???”

“Over here, on the table!” Measuring slightly less than an inch from head to toe, John had been sitting at an appropriately miniaturized desk placed atop the much larger, regular living room table, and had to shout to be heard. His elevated position also made it impossible to ignore the approach of his normal-sized housemate’s far-from-normal-sized hips as she sauntered in his direction. Especially since her tiny crop top and cotton panties left nothing whatsoever to the imagination… Either way, Chloe took her sweet time crossing the room, so he took his sweet time watching her.

After coming to a stop next to the dining table at a distance that left her slender, attractive body towering above him, Chloe stated, “We’re having a movie night tonight. Is that cool with you?”

John looked up with comically exaggerated surprise, “What? When? Here?” Unfortunately his comedic delivery was largely wasted on the straight-faced likes of Chloe, and the only reaction he elicited from his gigantic female friend was a sarcastically raised eyebrow. Ever since he’d known her, Chloe had been a tough nut to crack, which made her rare smiles all the more rewarding. But for now she continued looming impassively, forcing him to crane his neck painfully upwards just to see anything beyond her toned stomach or the round shelf of her breasts.

Even from such an awkwardly low angle, Chloe’s beauty was astonishing: big blue eyes rimmed by thick eyelashes, a shining sweep of pitch-black hair, perfect pale skin… and lips that would make a succubus jealous. The term “gorgeous” was an understatement, and she knew it. The only polite way to describe the supersized seductress’ overpowering allure was “risque”, though “ogle her now and secretly jerk off to pictures of her later” was more likely what she’d have preferred.

Chloe must have noticed his wandering eyes, because a satisfied smirk formed on her beautiful face as she allowed her micro friend to drink his fill of her mouth-watering looks. “Movies. Tonight. Obviously here, duh. We didn’t get that new flatscreen just so you could hog it all to yourself and watch Lonely Space Vixens, or whatever it is you do when I’m not around.”

While her incredible looks and constant smarminess might have made Chloe appear a little unfriendly at first, if not downright imposing to those so much smaller than herself, John knew the secret to staying on her good side: More than anything else in the world, she loved to banter and tease. He smiled easily in her direction, “The only thing I do differently when you’re not here is go about my day without having to worry about getting squished at any moment. You’d be amazed how nice and peaceful the house gets when it isn’t being terrorized by a giant, half-naked brat. Or, well, semi-giant.” John smirked at his own joke.

Despite having a face and body that left men drooling and tripping over their own feet, Chloe’s stature was rather… unimpressive. Before the shrinking epidemic struck she’d barely come up to John’s shoulder, and he’d teased her relentlessly for it. Even now that she towered over most of the population like an impossibly huge goddess, her true height was such a lingering sore spot for her that she considered the term “shortstack” a personal insult. The fact that she spent her time teasing shrunken people for being small despite being short herself was, of course, an irony that John couldn’t resist poking fun at. It was one of the only ways he could keep her overinflated ego and borderline sadistic tendencies in check now that she dwarfed him and everyone else to such an unfair degree. And since he was her very favorite tiny guy, he could sometimes even get away with a quip or two before suffering her inevitable retaliation…

Today his luck held, because Chloe bent towards him gently squeezed her perky breasts between her arms, just for his viewing pleasure, while flashing a stunning smile that nearly knocked him flat. Her sarcastic nature wasn’t far behind, though, “All I’m hearing is that it gets real boring when I’m not around to keep you on your toes, shrinky-dink.”

But as John’s eyes lingered below Chloe’s neckline, he noticed something. He ignored her remark and said, “Hey! Did you shrink another one of my old shirts in the wash!?”

Chloe didn’t even glance downwards before she replied with a smug expression, “I don’t know, did I?” and pressed her elbows together until her two firm nipples had bulged prominently against the taut fabric.

Ever since the two of them had moved in together, Chloe—whose short but perfectly-proportioned body was the very definition of “eye-candy”—had become drastically less concerned with John’s ability to concentrate in her presence, as evidenced by her increasingly skimpy household attire. The worst and most recent development in John’s quest to go just one day without getting a boner for his housemate was her unexpected discovery of an old box containing all of his favorite shirts, dating back to before he had shrunk. She immediately claimed them all for herself, insisting “it was only fair” since none of them fit him anymore. When he pointed out she was also too small for the shirts, being the petite young woman she was, she’d stubbornly begun to see just how far she could shrink them down in the washing machine. Today’s shirt (once a perfect fit for John) was now so reduced that it ended just below the curve of her perky breasts, revealing her softly toned midriff all the way down her narrow waist and to her broad, round, chair-overflowing posterior. Once Chloe had realized how very easily she could annoy her tiny roommate simply by forgoing bras and forcing him to stare as she bounced around in his old shirts-turned-crop-tops, well, that only cemented the tradition. Although she claimed that any distractions caused by her lack of appropriate clothing were “totally unintentional”, they both knew that was a flat out lie. She relished the power she had over his attention.

John cleared his throat and said flatly, “That one was one of my favorite shirts. I’ll make a note to crank the thermostat up so at least you don’t poke two holes in it.”

Chloe sneered, “Ha, you couldn’t reach it, shorty.”

John raised an eyebrow, “Which? The thermostat dial, or those two dials you’re waving in my face?”

That elicited a flirty chuckle, “All of the above, you little perv, and if you make another joke that corny I’m turning the temperature down a few degrees! Then I can laugh when I catch you staring, heh. Speaking of which, do you think you can find an opening in your busy, busy schedule of eye-fucking me all evening to join us girls for movie night? She’ll be here soon.” Chloe smirked, clearly proud of her jab at John’s inability to keep his eyes off her, and suggestively waggled her enormous hips to draw his attention downwards, where her panties were now dancing nearly within his reach. “I know we’d both enjoy having a little plaything to keep us company~❤” Despite her bullying nature, there was still sincere affection (and a hefty dose of innuendo) in her voice.

John, overcome by the oh-so-sensuous invitation, muttered a dumbfounded, “Y-yeah… of course I’ll be there…” as his gorgeous roommate continued to not-so-subtly gyrate in his face.

Once upon a time, before the shrinking epidemic struck, he and Chloe had been enthusiastic fuck-buddies… Although even back then he’d had his hands full with the feisty and domineering shortstack. One reason being that she liked (even demanded) it both rough and often. Another being that she got a perverted kick out of riling him up at the most inopportune times: Whether they were out in public, in a moving car, on the bus, in a crowded movie theater, at the beach, or anywhere that made sex next to impossible, that’s when she’d not only subject him to her naughtiest whims, but gloat smugly the moment he showed any sign of arousal. Sometimes that meant bending over and displaying her lack of underwear firsthand, or dropping ass-first into his lap for just a moment, or even surreptitiously sliding a hand down his pants when nobody was looking. She simply delighted in testing just how much she could get away with before he took her somewhere private so they could fuck like rabbits. Although their arrangement frequently left John with an incredibly inconvenient boner or cumstained underwear, it also led to frequent and vigorous make-up sex… a win-win, as far as the two of them were concerned.

Unfortunately, Chloe’s provocative habits proved infinitely more troublesome once John (and everyone else) shrank down to the size of a peanut. Without anyone capable of stopping her, the misbehaving tease had happily begun to parade her immense sex appeal around in plain sight 24/7. After all, anyone who disapproved of (or simply stared too long at) her lewd displays could simply be flicked across the room, crushed underfoot, wadded into a ball of gum, or subjected to whatever sadistic punishment she felt like inflicting that day. Best of all, now that she was a thousand times John’s size she was free to position her amazingly perky, amazingly squeeze-able, amazingly fuckable body juuust out of his reach whenever she wanted, and there was nothing whatsoever he could do except struggle with increasingly lewd thoughts for the duration of the encounter.

Like right now, for instance.

Before his brain shut down completely from the hip-tastic display taking place in front of him, John processed the rest of Chloe’s words, “Wait, who will be here soon? ‘Us’ girls, plural?”

Chloe made no move to stop her bare midriff and thin panties from waving enticingly in her little friend’s face as she repeated herself, “Putting those listening skills of yours to work, I see. I said: my bee-eff-eff from college is coming over tonight, to celebrate us finally getting moved in. It’s gonna be like a housewarming celebration! Cool huh?”

John faked a hurt expression, “Hold on, I thought I was your BFF?”

Chloe stuck her tongue out, “You’re my smallest BFF, not my only BFF! Anyway she and I were talking, and she was amazed when I mentioned that my roommate was a real live tiny guy! She couldn’t believe anyone could survive more than a day as my roommate without getting stepped on or sewn into my panties or something.”

John muttered under his breath, “Maybe she’s on to something…”

Chloe glared but generously let his quip go unpunished, “An-y-way you little wiseass, she insisted on coming over and meeting you herself. She’s already on her way, so make sure you tell her what a perfect sweetheart I am when she gets here!” Chloe grinned and began to turn away, already looking forward to a fun upcoming get-together.

John couldn't help his pang of excitement–and not just because his roommate’s perfectly shaped bubble-butt was finally coming into view. A big lady friend of Chloe's? That promised to spice up the evening. As if sharing similar thoughts, Chloe interrupted John’s long-anticipated view of her backside by turning back around and setting her hands on her wide hips, “Oh, and I think it’s only fair to warn you that she can be, well, a bit of a handful.”

“Like you’re any different?”

The gigantic short-stack only smiled shamelessly. “For your information, teeny, I only squish people by accident.”

John made a show of rolling his eyes, “Oh, is that what you call it? Was it an accident yesterday when you spent five minutes rubbing me into the carpet with your big toe because you said I was, and I quote, ‘in your way’ ?” Chloe never missed an opportunity to gleefully step on, sit on, or otherwise smoosh any tiny person who crossed her path just for the sheer egotistical fun of it, as long as she could claim it was unintentional in order to deflect blame. Even when John was the one being squashed, and even when he already knew it was no accident. But he had still taken a terrible risk by openly confronting her over the matter.

Chloe responded to the tiny man’s challenge with a lip-nibbling smirk that oozed smugness, “Hey, accidents happen!”

“You were giggling the entire time!”

Chloe shrugged, “If you didn’t wanna be crushed like that, maybe you should’ve been more careful! You can’t blame every little mishap on us big girls, y’know.”

They both knew Chloe was being willfully petulant now, but they also both knew there was nothing at all John could do about her unreasonable behavior. This was a common argument between them, one that he very rarely won. Seeing her little friend’s irritation, Chloe gave him another one of her overly-suggestive looks… the kind that she knew drove him wild, in more ways than one. It was the same expression she always wore whenever she did something inappropriate around him, the kind that taunted -And just what are you going to do to stop me, big boy?-

John rebutted, “I am careful. But caution only goes so far when you’re at risk of being deliberately trampled inside your own home.”

“Be that as it may, Mr. Grumpy-pants, all I’m saying is you should be a little more careful around this one. Way more careful, in fact.”

John narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “Why? Is she one of those spoiled brats that uses tinies as jewelry or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that. She's actually super nice, and always talks about Tiny’s Rights and that sort of stuff. I think you two will really hit it off… though be warned, she said she couldn’t wait to give my little buddy a big hug, sooooo good luck with that.”

“Is that what all the fuss is about? A hug? I can handle myself, y’know, even if it means having to climb out of some girl’s cleavage. And when was the last time you actually cared whether I got squished or not?”

“I only care because she’s enormous, and that hug might be the death of you. In fact, unless you want to spend all night climbing out of cleavage or some other crevice of hers, like you said, I highly recommend avoiding any and all surfaces that might be walked on, sat on, or leaned against while she’s here.”

“So basically everywhere is off limits for me, then? Brilliant advice.” While John appreciated the concern (snarky though it was), it wasn’t exactly new information that he needed to be cautious around members of the opposite sex. When almost every woman could reduce you to a sentient smudge on the floor or a chair or their panties without trying or, god forbid, without even realizing, it paid to be vigilant at all times.

But John was nothing if not bold, for a tiny. “Here’s a novel idea: How about you tell her to avoid walking or sitting anywhere that has a tiny person on it? That seems like a reasonable compromise.”

Chloe scoffed as if she’d just heard the most impractical suggestion ever. “I’m serious! You need to be on your best behavior around her, ‘kay? No goofing off!”

John scoffed back, “Oh sure, because god forbid you two have to watch where you step for just one night. How come I’m always the one being reminded to behave myself and be careful, and you giant half-naked teases get to tromp around my house without a care in the world?”

“Because us giant half-naked teases aren’t the ones at risk of being flattened into itty-bitty people-pancakes, duh. And I wasn’t kidding, you need to be extra careful because she really is enormous. You’ll regret it if you get caught beneath her.”

“Now when you say ‘enormous’ does that mean by your standards as an honorary tiny-person, ooor…?”

Chloe’s sour expression hinted that John was playing with fire by mentioning her height, “Har-dee-har, squirt. No, I mean she’s like a mini-amazon, almost. I’ve seen what happens to the tinies she sits on, they all end up as living ass-tattoos.” Chloe chuckled at the thought, “Though maybe an hour as her butt-sticker would be just the humbling experience you need!”

“Right, I’m the one who needs to be humbled.” John crossed his arms, “Please. I already spend every day around girls a million times my size, what’s one more?” When you were the size of a grape, you stopped noticing minor differences in scale and basically just categorized all women as “big.” Even Chloe, no matter how frequently her mildly-diminished height was the subject of his teasing, was still undeniably in the big category. Case in point, her oversized posterior could still easily reduce many dozens of John-sized people into living, breathing seat-cushions the moment she sat somewhere she wasn’t supposed to. She’d once used the roof of an office building as her personal chair—until the top floor caved in under the weight of her perfectly round butt, causing her to complain about how “uncomfortable” the rubble was to sit in.

John insisted further, “And let’s not forget that, in case you hadn’t noticed, I live with a girl who spends most of her time waving weapons-grade sex appeal right in my face.”

Chloe grinned at her tiny friend’s flattering accusation, “Oh, I definitely noticed. I can see your pants tightening from here... It’s super cute.”

“Well if I can survive in the presence of that much distraction, shouldn’t it be easy-peasy for me to survive one more night with a mystery girlfriend of yours?”

“Easy peasy?”

It was John’s turn to grin with confidence, “Yeah. A cakewalk. I mean, how bad could she be?”

Chloe snorted, “Uh huh. Well just so you know, her nickname in college was Boobzilla. Everyone joked that none of her tiny classmates actually knew what her face looked like. You’ll never guess why.” No doubt holding a grudge for his earlier quip about her own height, Chloe smiled malevolently and leaned down so she could tease him point-blank, “It’s because nobody could see past her big fat boobies. Her real bikini-busting milkies. Her great big pair of house-demolishing honkadoos! Her two super-stuffed cum-splattered-”

Finally John cut her off, “Okay okay, I get it! The chick named Boobzilla has a killer rack, big surprise. What’s your point?” Despite attempting to hide his enthusiasm, John was starting to very much look forward to ‘movie night.’ What straight man wouldn’t be excited to meet a girl named Boobzilla?

Chloe cut his pondering short, “My point is that you better be prepared for a night of very tough-to-maintain eye-contact, Mister Elevator Eyes.”

“So what you’re saying is I should get all my staring in now, and conserve the energy I’ll need to maintain eye contact for later?”

“Ah-ha. And here I thought your brain had lost too much blood to make another smartass comment.” Despite ribbing John for staring just seconds ago, Chloe happily maintained her alluring pose for him while she answered, “You can try, but I dunno if it’ll help. She’s basically pure boner-fuel, and half the time she doesn’t even notice when little people are staring at her. I’m pretty sure she just likes being the center of attention.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.”

Despite the backsass Chloe grinned, making no attempt to deny the assertion, “Oh puh-lease. I always know exactly which of you little pervs are leaking cum into your pants because of me.” With a wicked smile Chloe flicked her eyes down to where her alluring figure was slowly “getting a rise” out of John, as indicated by the slight bulge below his belt, “Speaking of which…”

John cleared his throat and tried to change the subject, “So, to recap, you’ve invited a flirty girl with big boobs and no problem being ogled into our house, and I’m supposed to be worried? Right, I’ll be sure to stay on high-alert this evening.”

Chloe’s eyebrows rose in that devilish way that always worried John.

John frowned, “What?”

Chloe bit her lip like she had the most delicious secret to share, “Nooothing…”

John insisted, “Come on, Chloe! What???”

“Well… there is one more thing I should probably warn you about…” A drop of nervous sweat rolled down John’s face. Chloe paused, taking pleasure in his growing apprehension, “But what was it? It was something of vital importance, hmm… Gosh, us big girls are just so forgetful sometimes…”

Finally John couldn’t wait any longer, and guessed, “Please tell me I'm going to be turned into Boobzilla’s bra-strap or something like that.”

The mental image of John being reduced to a piece of supportive clothing made Chloe chuckle gleefully, “Hey, that’d be like a free back straightening!” John wasn’t so amused, and shot her a furious glare until she answered his question, “I mean, she wouldn’t do that on purpose…”

“For fuck’s sake Chloe, just tell me what-” Something about what Chloe said made a terrible thought occur. “Wait, on purpose? Oh god. Please tell me she isn’t one of the clumsy ones.”

“Ding-ding, we have a winner! And trust me, ‘clumsy’ doesn’t begin to describe her. Yeah, she’s a major klutz. Like, a Grade-A ‘whoopsy-I-sat-on-another-one-oh-well-too-bad’ airhead. You know the type.”

He did know the type. All too well, in fact…

John groaned louder, “God help me, then. Why not just add another tally under the ‘John gets crushed flat by a big ditz’ column and spare me the indignity?”

Chloe only giggled, “Where’s the fun in that? And god help you indeed, because I wasn’t saying that just to mess with you. Amy is the biggest klutz I’ve ever met. I swear she sits on at least one of you little guys every single day! Not on purpose or anything, but she constantly forgets how big she is compared to tinies. Also, she’s a little flirty with guys she likes. I swear she thinks some tinies like getting crushed, for some reason. She’s… kind of an idiot, honestly.”

“Super. I’ll put the tiny ER on speed dial and update my squish insurance policy while I’m at it, just so you won’t have to worry about me.”

“All I’m saying is you need to be careful around her. If Amy even suspects you have a hard-on she might offer you a ‘quick hug,’ and there’s a fifty-fifty chance she’ll immediately lose you between her boobs and forget about you. I’ve seen it happen tons, trust me.”

“What’s with all the sudden concern for my safety? Last time you saw me get trapped in a woman’s shirt you didn’t tell her until after you two took pictures together!”

Chloe shrugged casually, “Mostly I just don’t wanna come to your rescue every single time you get yourself stuck to our houseguest, especially if it’s just because you can’t stop hitting on her or doing that thing where you’re so busy staring that you forget to get out of the way and end up getting yourself squished.”

John opened his mouth to disagree… but she had a valid point, even if she was being rude about it. But who could blame him? Just because he was trapped in a fun-sized body didn’t prevent him from having a full-sized sex drive! Lustful staring was nearly the full extent of romantic activity most tinies could achieve at their pitiful size, and it was hard to stare at a sky-high lady without tripping over something.

But Chloe had more to say, “Besides, it’s supposed to be ‘movie’ night, not ‘pause the movie every five minutes because my tiny dork of a roommate can’t stop thinking with his dick’ night. Comprende?”

“Oh come on, I’m not that much of a liability. And most of the time you’re the one flattening me, remember?”

Chloe giggled, “I give you five minutes, tops, before you end up stuck to Amy and begging one of us to save you… or, knowing you, you decide to try and talk Amy into taking her bra off and giving you a peep show! If she even wears a bra tonight, I mean.” Chloe snickered at her own innuendo, clearly amused by the thought of John getting all hot and bothered by her busty friend.

John may have enjoyed a good ribbing, but he was never one to let a challenge go unanswered. He was the only tiny that could hold a candle to his roommate’s competitive spirit. “Alright Little-Miss-Arrogance, since you seem to know exactly how tonight’s going to go, how about a friendly wager?”

Intrigued, Chloe’s lips curled into a Cheshire-Cat like grin. She practically purred, “I’m listening.”

A small voice in the back of John’s mind began to shout dire warnings, but he stood his ground, “I’ll bet you I can go all night without once having to ask you for help.” John regretted that statement the second it left his mouth, but tried to maintain a confident facade.

The table rumbled gently beneath his feet as Chloe bent all the way down, suddenly facing him with a leering face so large and gorgeous it might as well have been a beauty ad billboard come to life. “Oooh, that is fun! Okay, but let’s make it interesting, shall we, my teeny weeny Casanova?” Chloe’s eyes twinkled, which was never a good sign, “Since you think you’re the very model of self-restraint, you don’t win unless you can also go the whole night, until Amy leaves, without cumming. With or without any help. It wouldn’t be very fair if you left to rub one out every time you saw one of us bending over, or explained the bet to Amy and convinced her to ‘take pity’ on you, now would it?”

John shot back defensively, “Fine, but you can’t go all turbo-nympho with me once Amy gets here either! That means no stripping my pants off as soon as she looks the other way, no sitting in my lap, and no sucking on me like a friggin’ lollipop!” Chloe always got incredibly competitive about everything, and would have happily rocked his tiny world for nothing more than bragging rights. It had happened many times before. Just for good measure he forbade another of Chloe’s favorite tactics, “And you can’t just squish me and say it was ‘on accident’ either!”

For a moment Chloe became visibly irritated, meaning her exact gameplan had been thwarted, and John allowed himself a victorious smirk. Then she huffed, “Fine, Mister Paranoid, I won’t do any of that stuff.” Of course, her assent hardly guaranteed a fair competition. Far from it.

Then Chloe’s smile grew sadistic, “Now, as for the stakes… When you lose spectacularly, I get the rest of your old shirts! And I get to wear them whenever I want, however I want!” Chloe leaned close, wafting a minty breath of air over John that left his head spinning, “Unless of course, you’re saying you don’t have the will to make it through just one movie with us big, bouncy girls distracting you???”

Of course Chloe just had to make the wager as humiliating as possible. But it was too late to back down now, “Okay, fine. But if I win, I get…” John thought about it, and decided there was no reason for subtlety if Chloe was going to make things so personal. “If I win, I get to watch you and Amy have a jello-wrestling match in the backyard. But you have to tell her it was all your idea. Also you can’t wear my shirts anymore, heh.” Before John could feel too pleased with himself he was lifted from behind his desk and into the air, “H-Hey!”

Now, Chloe absolutely reveled in John’s banter, but she still had limits to how much backsass she’d tolerate at a time, and it only took two fingers for the towering goddess to lift the bite-size jokester up to her face while she gave him a sarcastic glare. “And let me guess, we’d be wearing skimpy little bikinis, and you’d be the judge?”

John grinned sheepishly, “Something like that.” This time Chloe was the one to roll her eyes, as she released John. He fell, bounced off of one thinly-clothed breast, and landed back on the table. John grunted but was otherwise fine; Chloe hadn’t meant any harm, after all. She just wanted to remind him how easily she could do as she pleased with him. To further demonstrate the size disparity, Chloe planted her hands on her hips and spun in place, towering far, far overhead like a half-naked goddess.

“Then I accept the wager!” She declared in a comically exaggerated voice, intentionally giving John plenty of time to drool over her backside before she left.

While Chloe’s figure could be described as short, the word “small” would have been misleading. The perfect shape of Chloe’s slender torso, perky chest, and narrow waist were obvious from every angle, but the true magnitude of her disproportionately colossal rear end only became evident to those who saw her in profile. Or, if they were lucky enough, from directly behind. The cruelest thing of all, though, was that Chloe knew precisely how picture-perfect her ass was, and never missed an opportunity to parade it around in front of whatever tiny audience she could find. Or even parading it directly on top of them, when she felt like it. The smug temptress had even gone the extra step of aiming her monumental “please-dear-god-in-heaven sit-on-my-face” shaped behind precisely towards John’s upturned gaze, leaving him staring directly into the dark abyss of her ass crack and trying not to imagine the depths at which her underwear had been buried.

Just to antagonize her little competitor even further, Chloe brought a hand around and gave one ginormous buttock a gentle open-palmed slap that left it jiggling invitingly just beyond his reach. John, red-blooded male that he was, could not bring himself to look away.

Confident she had his attention, Chloe taunted over her shoulder, “May the bigger person win!”

John couldn’t let her get away with such an obnoxious comment. “Tell you what, since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll let you and Amy pick out the flavor of jello that you have to wrestle in. She sounds like someone who’d prefer watermelon flavor, wouldn’t you agree?” John smiled when he caught her glaring over her shoulder at him. It wasn’t often he actually managed to win an argument with Chloe the dreaded mega-brat… and it felt good.

For a moment, John was proud of his smack-talk. Then the ground trembled as Chloe balanced herself against the table edge, looming her frighteningly large posterior over him. “Oh, it’s jello you want, huh???” She wiggled her enormous ass for emphasis, nearly sending the little man sprawling as the table rocked under his feet. Her message was clear; at any moment she could drop down and effortlessly condemn him to an inescapably squishy fate.

John swallowed his fear as he stared up at the half-naked bubble butt currently hovering directly over his head. Suddenly regretting his earlier confidence, he tried to appease the ginormous woman, “B-but, uh, obviously we can talk it over, when the time comes! No pressure!”

But Chloe didn’t feel like compromising, and began to lean backwards. The table rumbled under her shifting weight as she taunted, “Don’t worry, I’ve got AAALLLLLLL the jello you could want riiight here!!!” Her face radiated pure smugness as her thighs rolled their way across the tabletop towards the tiny man beneath her.

Oh fuck.

John frantically backpedaled away from the oncoming avalanche of flesh, but it was pointless. Even at an all out sprint, he’d never outrun Chloe’s “ass radius.” As his gigantic roommate’s extra-gigantic backside filled his vision he cried out in a panic, “Hold on, Chloe, I was joking! WAIT A SECOND, DON’T-”

Then he was entombed in soft, jiggling warmth as several hundred tons of booty rolled overtop of him like he wasn’t even there.

In the blink of an eye John had lost the ability to move, talk, or even breathe. He should have known better than to antagonize the short-tempered giantess, of course: Chloe never hesitated to flatten any tiny person that was foolish enough to annoy her, no matter how insignificant their provocation. As far as she was concerned, his harmless commentary had been more than enough justification for her to park herself directly on top of him, thereby immobilizing him for good.

The cruelest bit of all was that Chloe had chosen to imprison the almond-sized man underneath the very same plump, round ass that she’d been flagrantly waving in his face all along. Now his riled up libido had been rendered entirely inert and at her mercy, as evidenced by the fact that she could feel his erection poking wishfully into her from below even as the rest of his body lost the ability to move. The fact that she could trap him in a position he couldn’t hope to ignore for as long as she wanted, any time she wanted, only added to Chloe’s cocky attitude.

Which was why she was perfectly happy to gloat now that her tiny friend had no way of responding, “How’s that for jello, teeny?”

No matter how terrible her humor or how incapable her audience was of providing praise, Chloe’s ego demanded a response. “Hey, did you hear me? I said How’s that for jello! Get it? Because my butt’s so squishy???” Just to prove her point, Chloe gave her backside several playfully light slaps, causing it to bounce and quake vigorously on top of John.

If he was capable of speaking, John would have pointed out the fact that explaining the joke never made it any funnier.

While undeniably (even delightfully) squishy, Chloe’s behind was also unbearably heavy for someone of John’s size. And her deliberate bouncing was only making matters worse. A muffled crunch of collapsing wood came from beneath her other cheek, causing the giant girl to chuckle, “Was that your desk just now?”

Thankfully for John, Chloe must have been in a particularly forgiving mood because rather than adjusting her position further or, God help him, spreading her butt cheeks and sitting back down to lodge him where sunshine and fresh air would be a thing of the past, she mercifully began to stand up.

Unfortunately for him, that scant minute was all it took to adhere him to his gigantic friend’s skin for good, and as she got to her feet he rose up into the air along with her round posterior. Out of one eye he caught a glimpse of the remains of his once-proud desk, now mere pieces of wood splattered across Chloe’s other enormous pale cheek.

Chloe reached back and lazily brushed pieces of John’s destroyed furniture from her skin, the same way she’d sweep away sand. “Ugh, these stupid splinters always stick to me… So annoying…” After ensuring the very smooth surface of her ass was perfectly clean (except for John’s flattened body), Chloe glanced over her shoulder and beamed, “There. Spotless!”

John grumbled, “What about me?”

Chloe had that insufferably smug tone in her voice again, “What about you?”

Clearly the big brat was enjoying every second he remained stuck against her, and with no way of saving himself or getting back at her for her incessant aggravation he could only play along. “Okay, maybe I deserved some of that… but what happened to the ‘no sitting on me’ rule!?”

“See, here’s the thing. Technically speaking you said no messing with you, and I quote, ‘Once Amy gets here.’ So until then, I think I’m free to carry about my business, without having to worry about whoever gets crushed beneath me. Or whomever, in this case, heheh. I mean, those were your exact words!”

It was painfully obvious that Chloe was being stubborn by choice. Unfortunately John couldn’t exactly argue with her when his entire frontside was still plastered against her bare, wobbling skin. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

But Chloe was having far too much fun to stop, now that she held every possible advantage in the discussion. “Oh please, let’s not besmirch the wager’s integrity by resorting to petty loopholes and word games.”

“But you’re the one who’s being-!”

John’s cry was interrupted as Chloe casually bumped her hips against the wall, angling herself to ensure that his miniscule body was dead center of the meaty impact.

*Wham!*

Chloe let out a sarcastic snicker, “Whoopsy. Did I interrupt you, teeny? I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going... Clumsy me!”

While Chloe always adored John’s banter, she also never missed an opportunity to (painfully) remind him that she could crush him any time she wanted, and pounced on every excuse to “punish” him for the slightest backtalk. If that sounds completely unreasonable, that’s because it is.

Rather than letting her tiny friend get another word in, Chloe spent the next minute very deliberately grinding her backside against the wall. Whether she was punishing him for his backtalk or simply using his sexual frustration to pass the time, John couldn’t tell. Probably both. Not that it mattered, since he was effectively just along for the ride as the big brat’s soft, bare ass squashed and pressed against him, making him hornier by the moment.

When she finally separated from the wall, John was still stuck firm to her buttock, unable to even speak. All he could do was admire the structural integrity of the house drywall, which had miraculously survived Chloe’s impact without a dent, let alone the gaping, butt-shaped hole he’d expected. If only he’d been half as durable…

Chloe wasted no time in teasing, “Alright squirt, I’m giving you ten seconds to peel yourself off, or you’re coming with me. One. Twooooo.” She swayed her hips with each count, amusing herself with John’s helplessness.

John tried to remove himself, but it was pointless. All he could do was writhe in place, causing Chloe’s butt cheek to ripple slightly. The huge girl watched for a moment before she rolled her eyes, “Threee… Eh, forget it, you’re definitely not  going anywhere.”

Abandoning her count partway through, Chloe happily strolled off to her room with her tiny housemate still plastered over her gigantic rear end.

Eventually John had to admit defeat, “Ugh… alright, point taken… no more backtalk tonight…” but Chloe didn’t respond. “Chloe, I said I get it. Truce!” Still no response. “Chloe!”

Chloe giggled evilly, “Sorry John, I’m just abiding by the rules of the bet. After all, technically I can’t help you tonight, remember? I guess that means you’ll just have to rescue yourself… Good luuuck!”

“That’s bullshit and you know it!”

But she simply spoke over him, holding a one-sided discussion he had no choice but to listen to, “And since I’m such a generous girl, I’ll tell you what. If you happen to cum down my leg before Amy gets here, we’ll call that one a freebie, kay?” Chloe snickered to herself as she imagined her tiny roommate frustratedly dry humping her for relief.

John was more annoyed than ever, “Would you stop messing around and free me!?”

“I can’t hear youuu!” Despite having clearly heard him, Chloe had reached her room, and tapped a button on her computer that caused loud bubbly music to erupt from the speakers, drowning out anything more he had to say.

“Oh, real mature, Chloe!” But Chloe wasn’t paying attention to him any more, and was bouncing around her room, dancing along to the music without a care in the world.

John sighed: Just another night with Chloe…

...

Amy proved to be less than punctual.

Over half an hour passed before the doorbell finally rang, and Chloe, as expected, had left John plastered right where he was the entire time. Perky as ever, Chloe sprang from her room with a bounce in her step, “I’ll get it!” As if John was even capable of reaching the doorknob without a helicopter or grappling hook.

In fact, John’s situation had worsened considerably since he’d last been acknowledged by his enormous roommate. He’d actually been halfway to separating himself from her rear when she slid a tight set of booty shorts up her legs. John’s last-minute shout for attention had been entirely drowned out by music, and as Chloe yanked the form-fitting shorts up around her humongous hips the fabric had forced his diminutive body to conform to the curvature of one huge, round buttock. He’d remained there ever since, unable to do anything more than jiggle along with her energetic movements.

As she stepped into the hallway she called, “John! Amy’s here!” and waited for him to appear.. When her tiny friend never showed up Chloe looked around impatiently, “Come on, squirt, you wouldn’t want to leave Boobzilla waiting!” Realizing something was afoot, Chloe made a thoughtful face and checked around the floor by her feet, unwittingly wobbling her fingernail-sized friend back and forth a few times as she tried to remember where she’d last seen him.

But for all her faults, Chloe was one of the less clumsy women John knew. It only took a moment before she recalled what had happened to her little friend, and felt him pressing against her skin. “Oh right, haha!” Using a hallway mirror, Chloe looked over her shoulder and instantly spotted the outline of a tiny person beneath her sporty outfit. Her shorts had already ridden up and exposed a lot of bare ass-cheek, but unfortunately for John the tight-fitting material had still covered just enough to keep him trapped in place.

Chloe happily took her time admiring the insignificant size of the little man’s body while he was unwillingly splayed against her humongous backside. She knew she wasn’t a particularly “big” girl, but she still liked to think that her bottom-heavy figure looked rather impressive with the addition of a tiny person stuck to its surface. Even if that person happened to be a good friend of hers…

Chloe sounded neither surprised nor apologetic as she spoke over her shoulder, “Hey, were you listening? Amy’s here.”

John managed a muffled retort, “Great, that means you’re going to free me now, right!?”

“Hmmm… maaaybe.” Then she added only half-jokingly, “Do you think she would even notice if I just left you in there all night? We wouldn’t have to argue over seats on the couch that way!” Chloe giggled to herself, knowing that John found her teasing insufferable, but also knowing that she was perfectly safe from any retribution the tiny man might wish upon her. Just to remind him of that fact, she gently ran a hand up one ass cheek, lifting it slightly before letting it wobble back into place. Then she did it again, just to watch him bounce along with her. After all, how could she not rub her superior size in his face while he was at her mercy??? That gave her another idea. Slowly, wickedly, Chloe raised one hand, fingers out. She nibbled on her lip…

What if she gave her ass a big, open-palmed slap right now? What would John do about it? What could he do about it??? The question thrilled her.

A muffled shout of impatient alarm brought her out of her reverie: “Chloe!!! Don’t you dare!”

After a brief deliberation Chloe decided to rescue her tiny companion, “Okay okay, jeez. Hold on a sec.” She had agreed not to squish him anymore once Amy arrived, and now that her friend was here, well… Chloe had never cared all that much for following rules (especially ones made up by tinies), but she still had some integrity! That, and she simply didn’t want to give John an excuse to say she’d “cheated” later on. Not to mention the impact of even a single slap just might adhere him to her skin to the point that it would be a big ordeal to remove him, and she didn’t feel like going to all that trouble.

John was bathed in light as the waistband of Chloe’s shorts stretched above his head, before she reached in and easily retrieved him from the warm, dark crevice. Then he found himself dangling in front of her pretty face as she grinned, “Y’know, you’re lucky I’m so nice.”

John gasped for breath, “Right… lucky. Do you know how long half an hour feels like when you spend it being jiggled to death by your enormous roommate???”

Chloe’s dark eyes flicked downwards, “No, but I can see I certainly had an affect on you! Will you even be able to make it through a whole movie with that thing in your pants?” As was typical with her, Chloe was all too happy to make light of the trouble she’d caused, especially since she wasn’t the one dealing with the consequences.

John returned a sarcastic glare, “As long as you and Amy can resist using my lap as a chair for more than five minutes, I think I’ll survive.”

Chloe made no attempt to hide her amusement as she teased, “No promises!”

There was another impatient knock at the door, and a muffled female voice called from the other side, “Heyyyyy~! C’mon, let me in, Chloe! It’s cold out here and I’m not wearing pants!”

“Alright I gotta let Amy in before she freezes to death.” Without giving John time to straighten his clothes Chloe slapped him down on the very small entry table by the front door, carelessly flattening him in the process. “And don’t forget…” Chloe leaned down and gently flicked John’s protruding erection with her pinky finger just to annoy him as she cooed, “No cumming tonight! Now don’t go anywhere.”

John would have loved to shoot back some snarky quip before Chloe turned and sauntered to the door, but he was too frazzled and his lungs had been crushed anyways. All he could do was try to recover his composure before the infamous Boobzilla came barging in…

Next chapter.

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